I am waiting out
The rain that will
Fall forhours, for days,
Drowning outdoor ambitions,
Compromising small plans
In exchange for feeding
And watering the world.
For now, I’m safe
And dry, a book
In hand, turning pages,
Marking time’s passage
By ignoring it, losing
Myself in a story
Not my own,
Carried along
On a river of words
That needs no rain
To refill it. The journey
Will take me
Back to the sunlight
When the story is
Done, and the storm
Has weakened and passed.
Copyright (c) 2011 by the author
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